Madness is a window
Tasting light and fear (THE OUTSIDE)
Scattered seeds
Plastic sacks sowing
Fluoride in your brain...(A)
White canvas stretching
Stares of a one-note aria
Careen careen careen
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Many thoughts come to mind...Perhaps this is why you wrote such a discombobulating piece of work. Fragmented, and perhaps deliberately segmented in such a way that you observe your own dance/rhythm to momentary thought/ideas. The whole fluoride thing makes me pre-judge/define you as a conspiracy nut, but that doesn't take away from the madness as is common for the flow of this poem (namely that you were most likely on something - no judgement as I do as well) . All in all, I actually like its ambiguity - most likely missed by all those not open to psychosis/psychedelics. A single facet of one truth/brilliance versus another/the-rational. Good one!
confusing yet making sense, this is a unique piece. liked it. please read some of my poems and comment. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Madness is a window Tasting light and fear (THE OUTSIDE) - - - - - - - - - > now that is the way to start a poem